Louise was walking beside the Seine river. She was frustrated. She was thinking about Mu Lan's words.
Whenever she remembered the word 'pregnant', she would stomp her legs on the road and would cry out.
Her immature action would make others wonder that she was a famous interior designer.
Louise saw a boat. It was empty. She hired the entire boat.
She downed the red wine glasses one after another. In the end her head was literally on the table. Her half opened eyes were staring at the beautiful sight of Paris. She was so drunk that they looked unfamiliar to her.
Louise recalled Mu Lan's happy face, shy expression and dark excited eyes. She gritted her teeth.
'Who does she think she is? What right does she have to be able to get Feng's affection? She came out of nowhere and took my place which I have been planning to take over from a long time. I hate her. I hate her!'
